This is the campaign log for the game I am playing in at the moment.
The land is based loosely on England under the french rule, with the Ontish taking the part of the English, and the Gardusch taking the part of the French. While Josef is Ontish, the Guard are a Gardusch organisation roughly based on the FBI. Magic is outlawed excpet to the Gardusch nobilty, and the Ontish hedge wizards (sorcerors) are all usually killed at birth, or locked up in the black house.
All characters are human.
"Hand's" are what the seperate teams of guardsmen are known as.
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Day 1
I really don’t know why I signed up for the Guard sometimes. Well… I do know, but let’s not talk about that little incident. I thought it would be an easy life, sleazing around in a swanky uniform and not spending all night in the rain guarding a gate like I did in the militia. Still, the pay is good.
Mol called us in early this morning and gave us a task. Apparently Kremler’s Hand had a gone and got itself into some trouble up at the old Firehelm manor and we had to go bail their arses out of the fire. He was up their investigating a lead that might have led to an illicit caster, and carting in an Illicit is worth a bit of a tasty bonus. I wonder how much Wilhelm is worth. I’m sure Mol know’s about him and his “abilities” but what is good for us is good for him I suppose. Still, something worth keeping in mind. They’ve also given us a new guy to replace Taral after the last accident. I say guy, I’m sure he‘s not even shaving yet. Stocky little bastard though, and wears his armour like he was born in it. He had a name, but I cant remember it so I’ll call him Freckles, as he has got enough of them. On our way out Janni Keeps called us in to her office. Janni is our Finder, basically our boss. While Mol assigns the missions, Janni actually has the details and the brief of what we have to do, and is our point of contact in the Senatorial Guard, and generally is a stuck up pain in the arse. She told us while we were up there, as well as bailing Kremler’s Hand out, we had to complete his original mission of pulling in the Illicit. The day is just getting better and better. Better than Kilmer anyway, my god that guy is ugly. They charge him double over at Madame DuBlanes, and I thinking he is getting off lightly! Can never understand how he manages to be such a goody two shoes at the same time as being such a sneaky thieving little guttersnipe.
It’s about an hours ride out to the manor, and it passes relatively uneventfully. Darvin is still complaining about his horse being too slow. I think if I had such a fat bastard sitting on my back, I wouldn’t exactly be sprightly either.
My first look at the manor does not inspire much confidence. The door is hanging off it hinges but apart from that there is not much movement. Kilmer and his crew must have gone in strong. As we were tying our horses up outside, I noticed an odd looking little footprint on the floor. That’s definitely not a human. Scarvy! What are those little bug eyed freaks doing round here? This is well outside their normal stamping grounds, and the Rangers should have intercepted any force that managed to push this deep into Ont. This is not good.
The manor itself is set into a hillside, and the entire first floor seems to be made of natural rock, only the upper floor being a totally man made construction. There’s a few windows on either side of the door set back into the rock face, so Darvin and I headed in to have a little look through. After quick climb up, I edged forward on my belly to the window. I could see into what looks like a bar area full of tables and chairs that are scattered all over the place. Looks like there was bit of a bust up in here and trying to hide behind an overturned table are two of the little freaks themselves. Their multiple eyes are roving all over the place, but they don’t seem to have noticed me yet. They don’t seem to have noticed anything to be honest, but they certainly haven’t put down their little crossbows. Hmm. I signal to the rest of the guys that I’ve got two in sight, and Kilmer heads through the front door. He is obviously not a quiet as he think’s he is as after a few seconds I here a twang, a thud, and a grunt of pain from Kilmer. The two Scarvy in sight instantly react by levelling their crossbows at the door in front on them. B&$@%#!s. I kneel up and send an arrow right into the ear of the nearest Scarvy, the drop back down flat on my belly. I’ve got no intention of getting shot today. I see Darvin and Freckles barrel through the front door, and the shouting from the other room increases. I know the remaining Scarvy in the room below is waiting for me to pop back up again and if he thinks I’m going be that stupid then he’s got another thing coming. Still laying down, I pulled my shield off my back and jammed it up into the window ledge. Whack! A crossbow bolt slams into my shield and nearly goes through my arm! The little f#!%er is going to pay for this! At least while this one is shooting at me its going to give the other guys time to finish whatever they are doing and come and deal with this one. I popped back up and sent another arrow winging it way towards him, but my arrow hits an upturned table leg and deflects off. Dammit. “I’m gonna do you, you little bastard!” I yell at the Scarvy, not sure if bug eyes can understand me, but it’s probably better if he concentrates on me. Freckles, Darvin and Kilmer come charging through the door and bug eyes manages to plant a crossbow bolt right into Freckles’ chest before the three of them fall on him. For a group of trained…well experienced….well alleged soldiers I’ve never seen such a display if swordsmanship before…..from a Scarvy. The little bastard just won’t go down. He manages to stick his little dagger into Freckles a few times, before it gets hung up on some thing (probably his intestines). You should have seen the look on his face when he looks up at Freckles just as his shortsword comes crashing down on his head. I yelled my congratulations down to the guys “You useless bunch of bastards, I nearly died of old age waiting for you to finish him!” Freckles and Kilmer are busy going through the Scarvy filthy pockets when I hear some thing. I’ve heard that noise before. “PIGBEARS!!” I yell. Oh no, not these things. Afflicted by the same mutating curse as the Scarvy, the multi eyed mounds of pink muscle and horn are not to be trifled with. Used by the Scarvy as guards, food and if the rumours are true, lovers, there not something I want to mess with. Damn filthy beasts. “Get up here lads! Quick!” I yell, only to countered by Kilmer “We can take them here!”. Damn city folk. He’s obviously never seen a Pigbear. “Get up here now you stupid stubborn bunch of bastards!” I yell, I’ve got to get these guys up here or they are all pig food. I think this finally motivates them and they all charge back out the front door just as the Pigbear’s appear out of a back corridor. I let off a hasty shot that spins wide, then head back to the ledge, and start pulling up my hastily retreating companions. Darvin, Freckles and Kilmer all get up onto the ledge, as the Pigbear’s burst out of front door, their hooves churning up mud and grass, their eyes fixed on Wilhelm.